To begin, volunteering at Waukesha’s Hope Center was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. Originally, the first time I’ve seen the classes’ 90 hour requirement – I dreaded it. But little did I know it would introduce me to new relationships, responsibilities, and a refined connection with my uncle. I heard of local homeless centers’ called ‘Hope Centers’ established in Milwaukee and obviously Waukesha. Thanks to my mom’s memory – she reminded me that my uncle Michael Coltrane worked there full time. The Hope house is only three floors, yet it holds so much history and opportunity. Some could even say it was my uncle Mike who brought joy, laughter, and hope to this house – but now I realize it was the cooperation of the community that illuminated this three layered pillar of Hope.

My honorable roles as a volunteer were a chef, bus boy and my personal favorite Michael’s assistant, he showed me the ropes and introduced me to the community in the cafeteria; since we worked together in the kitchen. Everyone was eyeing up the fresh meat in their territory with huffs and snuffs, until it was revealed to them that Michael and I were relatives – then instantly this diverse community formed into my second family. 

I’d like to believe I’ve inspired the lives’ of this community, because I lived by one philosophy every time I stepped foot in the house: “Make every interaction meaningful to every person you cross. That’s your greatest gift.” Wise words from once again my mother. I took those words to heart, and I vowed to only show up if I could give my best version of myself to the community that day. Everyday was different though my routine remained the same. Make my ‘famous eggs’ with love and patience, and serve everyone with a comforting smile, then chat with the nearby folks while I handled dishes – I wished to give my best because that’s what they all deserve. Then in no time everyone started to know my name; and for the ones’ that didn’t, they’d refer to me as “Mike’s nephew” – close enough in my book.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time here so much – I raised that ‘dreadful 90 hour requirement’ to 100 hours and counting! This home seemed to carve a special place in my heart, when I’d lie in bed at night I’d unknowingly think about the Hope Center, and when I fell asleep – I’d dream of washing those dishes after breakfast & lunch. Experiencing this taught me how to be humble and lit a new profound state of gratitude, it also affirmed that everyone needs someone to talk too – and I want to be there for them. So why not be there for each other? Why not work together?

We can embody Hope.

We can influence Change.

We can create an everlasting Change for our Hopeful Future.